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Enemy troops have appeared on the horizon.
If it is a sunny day and they are on the same altitude line, then the appearance of the other party on the horizon means that there is only a distance of five kilometers between them.
For the Army's mechanized troops, this distance is almost instantaneous.
Nearly six hours have passed since the time-travel battle.
The sky was getting brighter. This was originally a dawn that symbolized hope, but now it brought bad news to Qingchen...
Besieged on all sides.
Qingchen murmured behind Boss He's back: "Boss He, I'm afraid we are going to be brothers in distress. I was planning in my mind just now to designate a cemetery for you on Whale Island. Then you can also see Kyushu and Kunlun."
, the development of Time Walker Academy, this prosperous era is as you wish. Now it seems that it is as we both wish..."
At this moment, Qingchen has been killing for six full hours. The knight's cloud energy has been used up, the power bank has been put on CD, the thunder plasma in his body has been squandered, and the puppet he controlled is dead.
Only the silhouette was still alive and standing beside him.
Now, there are so many enemies coming...
Where is the logic in this!
He looked around, but at the moment he turned around, he suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain in the three ribs that were broken by the Duke of Silver's kick.
The pain is unbearable when I move even a little bit.
When a fracture occurs, there is not much pain at first, and the brain even generates self-protection signals to block the pain.
However, when the brain's self-protection time expires and it judges that you cannot die, it will completely let go of the pain and make you grin in pain.
Qingchen sucked in a breath of cold air. He felt that the three broken bones under his ribs felt as if someone had stabbed them with three sharp knives whenever he moved casually.
If he hadn't had the dragon fish to bless his bones, I'm afraid the previous kick would have killed him.
"It's really a leaky house and it rains all night, Boss He," Qingchen didn't know what was wrong with him. He just felt that he was extremely lonely alone in this battlefield. He always wanted to find someone to talk to, and he didn't even care about the other person.
Won't answer.
Already reached a desperate situation.
Qingchen couldn't think of any good way to break out of the encirclement.
He didn't even know what to do to survive.
He just made a serious promise to Boss He behind him: "I will take you home."
A knight promises a thousand pieces of gold.
The next moment, Qingchen carefully analyzed the distribution of enemy forces.
You definitely can't go to the east. There is the royal family's air fleet over there. There is nothing you can do about these floating airships.
The Baiyin City Group armies in the west, north and south all have similar numbers, and each is an army field division with nearly ten thousand people.
The surrounding terrain is open, and only the southwest direction - the woods he fought through earlier, has a blocked view.
However, the next moment, the enemy's drone saw Qingchen in the sky...
Qingchen originally planned to use his shadow to enter the battlefield and use his powerful formation-breaking method to carve a way out for himself.
As a result, the other party had no intention of getting closer at all.
However, after discovering Qingchen, the Silver City Group Army immediately deployed an artillery matrix on the spot and immediately covered the area where Qingchen was with firepower.
"Fuck!"
Qingchen could no longer care about the pain in his chest, turned around and ran towards the northwest woods. If he didn't run, he would die!
However, the efficiency of the Silver City Group Army was faster than expected, and a volley of artillery fire was seen on the horizon, with an astonishing momentum like the roar of dragons and tigers.
This was the first time Qingchen had seen so many artillery salvos fired at the same time. The opponent used three army artillery positions to directly cover the entire five-kilometer radius!
When Qingchen saw the fire in his peripheral vision, he was already a little numb.
Because of the different artillery between the east and west continents, even if he saw the muzzle elevation, he could not calculate the opponent's ballistics at all, because he did not know the weight of the gunpowder.
At this time, artillery shells flew across a distance of several kilometers...
Fight!
Bet on it!
The next moment, Qingchen put Boss He on the ground, and he covered him with his own body, and then covered himself with two shadows!
Cover Boss He tightly!
However, he saw the hands of the two shadows stuck deeply into the soil to prevent them from being blown away by the shock wave of the explosion. Qingchen also stabbed the blood-red sword into the ground to stabilize himself.
At this time, he could only pray that no shells would fall right next to him!
The so-called artillery fire coverage does not mean dropping artillery shells on every square meter of the coverage area and plowing the ground thoroughly.
Instead, we need to calculate the radius of damage of the shell. For example, if the radius of damage of a shell is 80 meters, then the coverage of the shell is one every 70 meters to 80 meters.
usually.
Artillery fire coverage is about dropping artillery shells every 10 meters to 80 meters. The intensity of this density depends entirely on the lethality of the artillery shells.
But Qingchen felt that the Silver City Group Army must hate him to death now, and the artillery fire would be even more intense!
Cannonballs fall.
In an instant, Qingchen felt the ground shake with rumbles and harsh explosions, leaving only a buzzing sound in his ears.
Two shells landed ten meters to his left and right respectively!
Qingchen immediately realized that the opponent actually used artillery shells with a lethality radius of 60 meters, hitting an area only 20 meters apart.
The other party is sending himself on the road in a completely reckless way.
Shrapnel hit the two shadows one after another, and the pain was reflected back to the host. Qingchen almost fainted from the pain.
At this time, several two-finger-wide shrapnel flew away. They penetrated through the gaps protected by the shadow and were deeply embedded in Qingchen's legs, waist, and arms.
The artillery fire coverage was so dense that even if there were two shadows to help him block the disaster, it would still be impossible to block all the damage.
Qingchen only felt a sense of despair.
However, when the first round of artillery fire stopped briefly, he threw away all distracting thoughts and stood up.
When he was sure that Boss He's body was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Qingchen gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Boss He, let's go on the run together!"
As he spoke, he took advantage of the gap in the artillery fire to pick up He Jinqiu's body, limped around the crater, and ran dozens of meters away.
Then he pounced again with the same trick!
This time, Qingchen already had vague parameters. When he observed the elevation angle of the opponent's muzzle, he probably chose a position in the middle of the impact point of the cannonball.
The roaring sound of artillery fire sounded again, and Qingchen could no longer hear the outside sounds at this time.
He could only feel his breathing, heartbeat, and tinnitus.
It was as if the pulse sound of blood flowing through him became particularly clear.
After the boiling and noisy round of artillery fire, Qingchen's arms and thighs were once again embedded with more than a dozen tiny shrapnel.
Fortunately, he did calculate the ballistics correctly, and the parameters were clearer this time.
I am afraid that the commander of the Silver City Group Army would never have imagined that there are still people in this world who are trying to survive in an area covered by artillery fire.
They would never have imagined that the opponent actually survived two rounds of volleys!
However, when Qingchen wanted to calculate the trajectory of the artillery shell again, he suddenly found that his surroundings were covered in gunpowder smoke... and he could not see the muzzle elevation at all.
He cannot see the other party, and the other party cannot see him.
But the Silver City Group Army doesn't care about this. Regardless of whether it can be seen or not, it will finish a basic amount of ammunition first!
The basic number of ammunition for each unit is different. For example, the basic number of ammunition for an automatic rifle is 300 bullets, the basic number of ammunition for a mortar is 120 shells, and the basic number of ammunition for a large-caliber self-propelled artillery is 40 rounds.
In other words, if Qingchen didn't escape, he would have to go through at least forty rounds of the pain just now...
In theory, after a basic volley of artillery fire, even a demigod would die suddenly in this coverage area.
Qingchen can only survive if he runs out of this area!
Otherwise, sooner or later you will be beaten into a sieve!
run!
When Qingchen got up again, he felt as if his body was no longer his.
Every step he took was a heart-piercing sting, as his muscle fibers and skin tissue rubbed against the sharp metal shrapnel, and every movement aggravated the damage caused to him by the shrapnel.
In fact, he could also use Boss He's corpse and his shadow as a shield for him.
After all, this is the body of a demigod. The opponent's experimental subject must be very resistant to beatings.
Three bodies cover one person, and finding a good angle can even avoid injuries from shrapnel.
In this way, his probability of getting out alive can be increased by at least 5%.
But I don't know why, Qingchen just doesn't want to do this.
He felt that he might be a little pretentious and impractical.
He didn't know what he was thinking, he just didn't want to do it.
In the past, Qingchen would definitely be the first to laugh at himself now.
But suddenly he was thinking.
After Boss He's body is revealed to the world, there will be many people attending the memorial service, right? At that time, everyone will take turns to come forward and give him flowers, and then each one will take turns to look at Boss He under the glass cover and say goodbye.
Qingchen hoped that He Jinqiu at that time would still be as handsome as he is now, at least not with a shrapnel stuck in his face, which would be too ugly.
Of course, this was just a random thought on his part. The funeral parlor had beauticians.
In the final analysis, he just wanted to bring an intact Boss He home.
A comrade who died in a foreign country should have someone take him through artillery fire and gunpowder smoke, through woods and streams, over mountains and plains, back to the place where he was born and raised.
He should lie in that peaceful world, waiting for the arrival of prosperity.
The next moment, Qingchen ran out for a few dozen meters and then crawled again. Then he waited for the gunfire to stop and ran out for a few dozen meters again.
He had begun to forget the pain, and he even began to gradually forget where he was.
There is only one thing left in my mind, go home.
go home.
Qingchen got up and lay down again and again. However, at this moment, the enemy suddenly adjusted the gun distance, and a shell happened to land three meters away from him.
In an instant, even though he and Shadow managed to stabilize their bodies, they were inevitably thrown away by the shock wave generated by the explosion.
Fortunately, the main character helped him block direct damage from this direction, otherwise he would have died miserably on the spot!
Qingchen was thrown over in the crater next to him, and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood... All his internal organs were dislocated.
But he didn't care about this, and didn't wait for the smoke to clear. He immediately crawled out of the crater and went to see if Boss He was okay.
Qingchen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Boss He was intact!
He smiled hoarsely and said: "Boss He, Boss He, you are very lucky!"
However, Qingchen's own luck was not so good.
He looked down and saw a palm-sized piece of shrapnel stuck in his abdomen. Blood was pouring out. If the hole had been opened wider, his intestines might have flowed out.
At this moment, Qingchen felt that all his thoughts were lost... He couldn't run anymore.
In fact, once a normal person finds himself covered by artillery fire, he will probably just run away blindly, or lie on the ground blindly, waiting for the moment of death.
But Qingchen has never been one to admit defeat.
Even if this is hell.
Even if he only had a one-in-a-million chance of survival, he still wanted to give it a try.
But the question is, can he continue to try now?
Or give up.
Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up, just lie down here, everything will be over.
Qingchen suddenly laughed: "Fuck you, you've even killed demigods, why are you still afraid of this?"
The next second, he stood up again and struggled to hug Boss He again. He gritted his teeth and stood up with an angry roar.
Continue to walk forward unsteadily.
Artillery fire flashed in the distance, and a new round of artillery fire came.
Qingchen couldn't calculate the trajectory, so he could only gamble his life.
"Boss He, let's bet on whether our lives are tough enough! If not, you wait for me down below and I'll be right back! Let's go to the Hall of Hell and tick our names off the book of life and death!"
Seeing that they were only 200 meters away from the woods, Qingchen roared and sprinted madly. The main shadow and the secondary shadow were guarding him on both sides. He wanted to bet on whether he could rush over directly!
But it seemed that his life was not strong enough. A cannonball spun out from the barrel, and the end of the curved trajectory was clearly in the direction of Qingchen.
There is a little trivia.
When you hear the strange scream of an incoming artillery shell on the battlefield, you don't have to think about other things, and don't take chances. The artillery shell is hitting you squarely.
Qingchen heard the scream.
The cannonball passed through the layers of gunpowder smoke and fog, passing through the fate-arranged ending.
People often say that before a person dies, he will look back on his life like a revolving door. Time seems to be frozen, and even the God of Death will tolerate you for a few seconds and allow you to look back suddenly.
But Qingchen didn't look at his life before the age of 17. That life seemed to be shrouded in shadows, and there was nothing good about it.
Nothing to remember.
Qingchen's revolving door started after he was 17 years old.
It started in Prison No. 18.
At this moment, he seemed to be back in Prison No. 18.
Where that dream began.
Just like he had done before, he sat opposite the master again.
The incoming cannon.
The warriors crossing the river.
Everything seems to be back to square one.
Qingchen said: "Master, I might die, thank you. If I hadn't come here to become your apprentice, I'm afraid there wouldn't be so many stories later. Of course, I might die at the age of 18, but this will last more than half a year.
, is more precious to me than life. Master, I’m leaving.”
In his mind, Li Shutong suddenly raised his head and looked at his apprentice seriously: "You can't die."
